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>>Ten, nine, eight--

Ugh, Rocket Monkeys!

>>Go, monkeys!

>>Ugh, this can't be how it ends,

doomed by a greaseball comet.

>>Whoa, look out.

Boom in your face!

>>I'll save you!

>>I know you will, trusty sidekick.

>>Use your gill powers, Fearless Fish Boy!

>>Fearless Fish Boy, my old chum.

So brave.

>>So tasty.

>>Totally saw that one coming.

>>Deep Space Dave has no luck

when it comes to his sidekicks.

Remember what happened to Vacuu-Teen?

>>And then, there was Inflato-Lad.

>>Ugh, and poor Invisible Alien Kid Number Four,

not even around long enough to get a cool name.

>>Breaking news.

Deep Space Dave is looking for a new sidekick

and that hero could be you.

Yes, I'm talking to you.

>>Me?

>>Obviously, Deep Space Dave was talking...

>>No, he was talking to me . . .

>>He was looking right at me . . .

>>Directly in the eye . . .

>>I could see his eyes over to one side looking at me . . .

>>Both his eyes looking at both my eyes

>>Yeah! I was just kidding.

>>Me too.

Like I wanna be be Deep Space Dave's sidekick.

>>Who would?

Only a brain slug would want that much fame.

>>And to hang out with our all-time

most favorite hero.

>>Totally l-l-lame.

>>I sooo agree.

>>Right, no door on this side.

>>Rocket Monkeys, to celebrate my love

of all things monkey I have written a robo-poem.

You're speechless and I am honored.

You two are truly my best friends.

To begin, life can be cruel and kind of crudy,

but what a life to be a Rocket Monkey buddy.

>>Oh, boy!

Deep Space Dave's super-top-secret headquarters!

I'm your number one fan.

>>I knew you'd butt into my business.

>>Watch out how you talk to me cause I'm gonna be

Deep Space Dave's next sidekick.

>>I'm his next sidekick. Me!

>>Oh, what are you gonna call yourself, Unibrow-Lad?

>>Well, that's better than, uh, Smelly-Smelly-Hair-Face-Boy.

>>Why don't you call yourself

Your-Missing-A-Significant-Amou-

of-Hair-on-Your-Left-Butt-Cheek!

>>Why don't you call yourself

I-Can't-Sleep-Through-the-Night!

>>Because it's already taken!

>>Hey, kids! Get off my statute.

>>Deep Space Dave!

>>You guys here for the sidekick thing?

>>Alight. Let me hear my catchphrase.

>>Space-Out!

>>Space-Out!

>>Space-Outtt

>>Space-Outt

>>Space-Outt

>>Space-Outt

>>Space-Out

>>Okay, okay stop it!

>>You've both qualified for the qualifying round.

>>The first thing that you must learn

if you want to be my sidekick

is the importance of cleanliness and hygiene!

>>Alright, hop to it.

Let's go! Move it!

Clean up, come on now!

Spick and span.

Scrubbady, scrubady.

>>No, noooo!

>>Chop, chop boys! This isn't gonna wipe itself!

>>Unappreciated, forgotten, and used,

that is true.

But honoring my duties is what I do.

>>I knew such monkey silence was too good to be true.

No matter! I will simply start from the beginning.

>>I'll get it!

>>Well, it was a very tough decision.

But you've both qualified for the official

Deep Space Dave Sidekick Competition

blah, blah, blah, blah, Space Out.

>>Sidekicks? Are you kidding me?

You're Rocket Monkeys and brothers.

Sure, you could have the fame, the stardom,

the many adoring fans, but . . .

Ahh, you're kidding me.

>>Today's competition begins!

Now, as a superhero, fans always ask me to sign autographs.

I find this, well, irritating.

Your first task, protect me from my crazy fans.

>>I love you Dave.

I want to hug you and hold you and be close to you, always.

>>Go!

>>May the best monkey win.

>>And that's gonna be me!

>>Give me your autograph!

>>Sign my baby. It will increase the value.

>>Sign my diaper?

>>Can you sign my eyes?

>>You are the greatest thing

I have ever seen in my life!

>>Hey! That was my fan-bot!

>>Like you could hit him anyway.

>>Paws off buddy! I saw him first.

>>Hey! Super-hero getting mauled over here!

>>Alright, you were both equally terrible.

Here's your chance to make up for it.

I want to see this merchandise disappear.

Whoever sells the most wins. Go!

>>You're goin' down!

>>No-monkey way!

Good afternoon sir. Can I interest you in this

limited edition Deep Space Dave moist towelette?

>>You like your in the market for this one-of-a-kind

Battle of Barzo commemorative DSD stamp set.

>>Collectable chip bowl?

>>Anti-chafing cream?

>>Imitation Deep Space Dave shower soap?

>>Imitation Deep Space Dave skin scrapings?

>>Some hair I found on the bathroom floor?

>>Something brown I found on my shoe?

>>You sold it all!

>>Excellent job!

>>Ah, why's the cash register empty?

>>I don't know if I know anything about that . . .

>>Swept away by a tsunami of some kind . . .

>>Okay, this is your last chance.

I don't have to tell you two the very important role

my hair plays in the fighting of inter-galactic crime.

>>Yup!

>>Absolutely!

>>For your final test, I need you to transport these

stunning orbs of follicle perfection.

First one who crosses the finish line wins.

>>Flies!

>>That's it! You two are worthless, terrible!

Get out of my site!

You're still in my site.

>>I do not enjoy being correct.

Who am I kidding, I love to be correct.

It's one of my favorites.

But seriously, this is were you belong.

Not chasing after some puffed-up wannabe . . .

>>Monkeys! I need you for a very special assignment.

>>Hey. I thought you said you were better

off without a sidekick.

>>Ahh, that was just a final test, blah, blah, blah.

Congratulations! You pass!

>>I passed!

>>So whose your sidekick?

>>You both are! Now get over here immediately.

That Grease-Ball Comet has challenged me

to a game of space chicken and I don't intend to lose!

>>We're on it, sir.

>>No Rocket Moneys. I robo-begg you.

I have calculated your odds of survival

and they are quite low.

Actually, they are less than zero,

beneath zero, which some people would call schnitz.

Ah, Monkeys?

>>Alright deep space loser.

First one to turn away from that pulsating sun

is a space chicken, whoa.

>>Let's do this!

Well, that's it for me.

Just sign this release form revealing Deep Space Dave

and all of his subsidiaries of any responsibility,

and blah, blah.

Space-Out!

>>This is so cool!

>>Vroomy, vroom, vroom, vroom

>>Who would've figured the sun was so hot.

>>This is crazy Rocket Moneys.

I cannot let you do this, not on my observational mode.

>>But Dave needs us.

>>Yeah, we have to win this for Dave.

>>For Dave!

>>Ohh it is on grease-stain!

>>Whoa, not cool.

>>Ahh!!

>>That was pretty sweet.

How would you like to be my next sidekick?

>>Ohh yeah, no problem, sure, whatever.

But first, let me . . .

>>Not my hair!

Ohh why do they ruffle the hair.

>>You enjoy that Deep Dish Dave?

And how about a little bit of this?

>>For Dave!

>>I got this one, Dave!

>>I'll save you, Dave!

>>It is not a lot, but it would be nice to hear them say,

"Hey, thanks a lot, Yay-Ok."

>>Oh no! Is this the end for Deep Space Dave?

>>Wowzzs! This is so exciting!

>>Most amazing episode ever!

>>Pry-Ginny, with no chance of survival.

Oh no! Is this the end for Deep Space Dave?

Wait, is it possible . . .

A tiny thumbtack.

Alright, TV fans.

Get ready for my most amazing escape, ever!

>>Greetings, Rocket Monkeys.

>>I hope I'm not interpreting anything.

>>I had to tell you the hot-gossip

going around the Gassy water cooler.

Gather round.

A certain pair of space rillas are tying the knot.

You want to guess who? >>Not really . . .

>>No . . .

>>I think I'll pass . . . >>I'm okay . . .

>>It's He-Rilla and She-Rilla.

Spectacular! Can you believe it!

Look at my hands, I'm shaking, I'm so excited,

I'm aquiver.

>>I thought they were brother and sister?

>>So did I! But no, they've been dating on-again, off-again

for sometime now.

I mean, who knew? Now you do! Chimpsky out.

>>That was deep space-tacular! Never to be repeated again.

Let's all give a Deep Space Dave salute to thumbtack.

Space-Outtt!

>>Darwin, He-Rilla and She-Rilla getting married?

>>I love weddings! The dressing up, the going door-to-door,

saying trick-or-treat . . .

>>Incoming message from Gassy Headquarters.

>>Booo

>>Additional download not in the lyric.

Don't cheap out on lousy gifts.

>>We're not going to that.

Why would they even want us there?

>>Be that as it may, Monkeys,

Gassy has required all agents to attend.

>>Tuxed and ready to roll! Trick-or-treat!

>>I do not want to go! Do not touch me! Stop it!

I may be here, but I'm not going to have any fun.

No fun whatsoever. This is something that I'm being

forced to do, against my will, I'm not . . .

Ohh, buffet!

>>I slay me!

>>We are gathered here today

at Gassy Headquarters for a very special occasion.

>>B-b-b-oring. If you don't mind, I'm going to spice

things up with a few zingers.

Hey, everyone!

>>Hey, Gus!

>>When He-Rilla was in school, he wasn't in school,

that's how stupid he is!

He-Rilla thinks his email address is

he-rilla@what'sanemailaddress.dh

>>Oh, boy! That, that is funny!

>>He-Rilla thinks he's sooo strong. I agree,

strong-smelling!

>>P.S. He's weak.

>>Thank you, thank you, thank you.

>>So true!

>>Who you callin' weak?

>>Let me at him!

>>Not in front of the guests!

>>Thank you, thank you!

Please hold your tips for after the show.

>>Thank you.

>>Just get on with the wedding!

>>Do you, Humphrey Rilla, take this mighty powerhouse,

Ingrid Rilla, to love, honor, and be

dominated by for the rest of your natural life?

>>Um, well, I mean, now that I think about I,

I can't!

>>You think you're so strong and smart . . .

Leave me alone! I not a baby!

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not

>>Weddings always make me cry too!

>>You'll pay for this Monkey!

>>Why'd you have to bring her back to the rocket?

>>Because, Gus, this is sorta, kinda, well I don't know

entirely your fault!

>>I blame you, Gus Monkey! And Humphrey, too.

But mostly you!

>>Ingrid is very sensitive.

>>I am not sensitive.

>>This has to end.

>>Listen, knuckle-dragger.

This is all my fault and I'm going to fix it.

>>How?

>>Monkey Makeover!

>>I don't want a monkey makeover!

>>Actually, he does excellent work.

>>Uhuh, ohh, yes, okay

>>No that does not look good.

Show me it. Make it work. Do it.

>>Not promising.

>>He-Rilla is gonna beg to have you back,

but you must trust me.

Do everything I say, no questions.

Agreed?

>>Agreed!

>>Agreed.

>>Not agreed.

>>Excellent.

Problem number one, you gotta cool it with the

smarty-smarts-smarts.

>>That's ridiculous.

>>Is it? If being smart so smart, then why doesn't

it stop me from doing this?

>>Fine. Let's work on winning him over

with your outrageous sense of fashion.

Wally, you know what to do.

>>Monkey fashion show. Hit it, Yay-Ok!

>>Welcome, to my latest collection!

I call this one Ho On the Manger.

>>Very chic. I lovee it.

>>Totally off the boards.

>>I look like ridiculous!

>>Ridiculously amazing!

>>I call my next creation, Blossoming Beauty!

>>You own it, you own it!

>>I could never wear that with my figure!

>>Finally, my monkey masterpiece, half-fish, half-rilla,

let's hear it for, Marilla-fish-maid!

>>You look fin-tastic!

Work it, baby!

>>Okay, now that you look the part,

you need to act the part.

Try and be more girly.

No more of this, oh look at me,

I'm big, strong, smart guerrilla.

My hair is quite corse.

I have an enormous head that is pointy on top.

I have incredibly vast muscles.

I poop in public, probably, I don't even know!

Try not to be like that!

>>You're welcome!

>>Fix it! Ingrid's still upset!

>>Everything I do, it's so . . .

Look at this . . .

>>Listen, She-Rilla, can't we just pretend

I said something nice so Wally will get off my tail!

>>No? Ohh.

>>It's not fair. I had to fall for the one guerrilla

who's better than me at everything.

>>It's true. She's smarter, she's stronger;

she smells nicer too.

She's gonna make some lucky primate real happy one day.

Are you gonna finish your shake?

>>I messed up. I admit it.

Let me give you another monkey make-over, please!

>>Not interested.

>>It'll be super fast!

>>You didn't do anything!

>>Ingrid, I don't like guerrillas.

I mean, really, don't like them.

I mean, think obviously we're from the same primate family.

We have feet that can grip quite well.

Through we have all things in common, I would rather

have all of my bones removed and

then be forced into a hole . . .

>>What Gus means to say is he's a sorry.

You are perfect the way you are.

>>I loath guerrillas . . .

>>Thanks, Gus. You're sweet.

>>I tried to work out and read books its just,

wait a minute, what the heck?!?

>>Hey, Gus! Way to make a move!

>>Ingrid, you can't be with this scrawny monkey!

You have to marry me! That's an order! To the ceremony!

Here we go!

>>Wasn't that romantic?

>>If by romantic, you mean excruciatingly painful,

oh yes, very romantic.

>>Before we proceed with this ceremony,

does anyone plan to interrupt with another speech, Gus?

>>I'm good.

>>Excellent. So, do you, Ingrid Rilla,

take this, Humphrey Rilla, to cut and paste what I said

earlier to the groom who's already said yes?

>>Of course . . .

>>Ohh

>>Not!

>>Say what? But I've forgiven you for being too smart.

>>I don't need you to forgive me! I like the way I am and

I'm not going to pretend to be any merilla or cowgirl,

or pretend not to be smart or strong just so you'll like

me more. So no, I'm not going to marry you!

>>You can't reject me!

Still partners?

>>Guerillaaa!

>>Guerillaaa!

>>Oh yeah, oh yeah, you know it,

makes guerrillas number one!

>>It's all so romantic!

>>I think I'm going to be sick!

>>10, nine, eight,

Rocket monkeys!

>>Nobody cares about the old Guster.

No one.

Gus alone, in caring for himself.

No one cares for me, no one.

No one even thinks about me.

>>Happy birthday!

>>I don't wanna hear it.

>>Oh!

Such a grumpy McGrumpus!

Every year's the same thing with you.

You need to celebrate good times, bro!

Come on!

>>I hate birthdays!

You know I do!

>>Yes, but how do you really feel about them?

>>I hate them!

Never get what I want!

A pony!

It's all I've ever wanted!

You have to promise me.

This year, no birthday shenanigans.

>>Have it your way, Mr. Party Pooperpants.

Oh, great pooper of parties and pants.

>>Monkey promise?

>>Sure, sure, monkey promise.

>>Oo, oo, oo!

Enough!

This inventory isn't gonna check itself.

>>Make way, people, for the great pooper of pants!

Look out for his pants 'cause they're filled

with party poop!

Yay!

>>Spare engine parts?

Check.

Inky food?

Check.

Ah!

And no birthday hugs!

Lifetime supply of dented cans?

Check.

Very soggy cereal, dirt, band-aids,

corn that has been partially eaten?

Check, check, check, check.

Diaper for fish?

Check.

Mysterious gift box with my picture on it?

Wait a sec.

Nice try Wally, not interested!

Okay, a bit interested.

Nope, no, mustn't be!

Disappointment inevitable.

Funny Wally, slime me on my own birthday.

Hilarious.

Didn't even ask for green goop.

You know blue is far superior!

Oh I'm so tired of birthdays.

Every year they show up and I never get what I want.

>>I haven't figured out

there's gonna be cake and balloons and presents.

>>

>>Ah, Gus says he doesn't like presents but he just likes

complaining about them.

>>But he's going to love my party dance mix.

>>That's not very birthday party-ish.

Maybe you should find some more dance-y pants kind of music.

>>Good idea, like that one, we'll save this one for

the big finish.

Oh Yay-OK is going to bring it.

>>I feel like I'm being watched.

Oh wait, that's hunger.

I get those confused.

>>This one is going to rock the house down,

I'll tell you for sure.

Oh my, this is a classic, are you kidding me?

Hm, I don't recall accepting this delivery.

Precessing data.

It appears that some terrible, evil force

is loose on this rocket, and my monkeys are in danger!

I must warm my monkeys for missing casey alert protocol!

Alert!

Code red in the

Wait a second, more commanding voice needed

and a better color.

Alert!

Code red, beep beep, code red.

So much better very good.

Alert, code red, beep beep.

My suspicion says there's a kicking in again.

Leave me alone!

Take me out of your clutches!

Yeah, I always complain about getting lousy birthday gifts.

But this year, not even a card!

Just a slimy box with my face on it.

Ugh.

>>Hey bro, just though I'd drop this off,

it's not connected to your birthday.

Nah, don't think of it that way, it's uh,

just an extremely smash-able hang-y thing.

>>It's called a piñata.

>>You have a word for everything.

I'm just gonna hang it here with

this birthday smash-y stick.

Oh look, it's my bath-y time.

Convenient monkey exit leave.

>>Nice try Wal, you think I can't resist the urge

to smash something so incredibly smash-able on my birthday?

Okay, you're right.

But just a little smash.

I'm smashing!

I'm smashing, it's fun!

Wally, is that you?

Wally?

>>Milk and flour to give it power,

oo oo juice, keep it loose.

Ticks and lice to make it nice, and beaver.

'Cause Gus loves beaver.

Oh, look at the time!

The guests should be here any minute.

>>Where is that little birthday monkey?

Let's get this party started!

Let's get cookin' man.

Conga line!

>>Now for the candles.

>>The scream of a baby.

Wally, I'm coming!

>>I can't believe we're out of candles.

>>Oh, you're okay!

>>I was, now my nose hurts.

>>But I heard screaming.

>>Screaming happy birthday you mean.

Take a look, monkey like?

>>Is that for me?

>>I don't see another monkey celebrating a birthday.

Zurgley, zurgles!

I gotta find some candles.

>>Maybe this year I'll get the birthday I've always

wanted, maybe Wally's finally done it right.

Help!

>>I get it, you hate birthdays.

I guess you hate birthday party throwers to.

>>I swear it wasn't me, it was a monster.

>>Do you ever say to yourself, Gus, "maybe I'm the one the

one who ruins my own birthdays?"

Hm, have you ever had that talk with yourself?

Have you Gus?

Have you?

>>It ran into the hall, look!

There's a slime trail.

Wally, where did you go?

Wally?

Little hairy friend?

Where's my brother?

Yay-OK?

Inky?

Come on guys, I wanna hit my birthday

surrounded by my friends.

Hello?

Anyone?

Worst birthday ever!

No guests, no presents,

and terrorized by a mysterious monster

on my own rocket.

Looks like I have no choice.

Lights!

Was that giggling?

Wally?

Yay-OK?

Great now I'm hearing things.

Ew, more slime.

Wally?

Bro you down there?

>>Happy birthday!

>>What are all of you doing in there?

>>It was kind of Muri's idea.

He slimed us and buried us alive.

>>Muri?

Who's Muri?

That tickles!

>>Your brother surprised us, he said

Surprisingly, radioactive [undistinguishable word] but still

it's the though that counts right?

>>Happy birthday Gus!

I know you've always wanted one of these little guys.

>>Thanks Wally!

Best present and birthday ever!

>>Can we please get this party started.

The doc's coming down with a case of dance fever.

>>DJ Yay-O is in the house tonight.

Spinning and dropping sick lits for party.

>>Yay!

>>Nothing like a cup of knock-your-socks-out

to clean out the ol' robo plumbing.

Oh la la la,

that's so nice.

Most effective in small doses.

Banana pancakes, yes, for my monkeys.

Cock-a-doodle-do Rocket Monkeys.

Oh no, how could this have happened?

>>He did it!

>>No you did it.

>>No you did it.

>>No Rocket Monkeys, do not blame yourselves,

it was me.

>>He did it!

>>Had the guilt clogs my circuit.

From this moment on, I must protect my

monkeys from any future errors.

How could I let this happen?

What am I?

The broken down microwave with no properly working circuits?

What a failure!

>>Hello, I'd like to order the finest monkey protection

system snickets can buy.

Payment?

Ahem, you can charge it?

Yes charge it, that's right.

Last name, Chimpsky, first name Doctor.

Yay-OK's got mail.

>>Hello, I am the Monkey Automated Ultimate Defense,

you may call me M.A.U.D.

>>Welcome to the team M.A.U.D.

Yay-OK here, I am programing you

with your prime directive.

It is very simple, protect the Rocket Monkeys at all cost.

>>Prime directive has been accepted.

>>Excellent, now for a tour of few of my monkeys most

dangerous zones, so much monkey crazy, I have to tell you.

Note the leaky reactive they're using to hold up their

game of checkers.

Why?

Who knows, they're monkeys.

Notice they're playing with hissing, poison star-roaches.

Here is their toothpaste, I have yet to assess

the risk it poses, but they stay very far from it.

And of course, there's more.

>>Unnecessary, I will eliminate all dangers.

>>That is the best purchase ever.

Good job Yay-OK.

>>I don't like this Yay-OK.

We're Rocket Monkeys

I don't need some gizmo protecting me.

It's like I can't take care of myself.

To be honest, I find the whole concept extremely insulting.

Rocket Monkey Gus, it is for your own good.

I do not want anything to hurt my monkeys.

>>Like that's gonna happen.

Hey Wally, pass me the galactic honey.

>>Extra buzz-y right?

>>Is there any other kind?

>>Protect Rocket Monkeys at all costs.

>>Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, whoa.

>>Wait a second, you're saying that no matter what we do,

>>Nothing can hurt us?

>>Yes, that is sort of the whole point.

>> We're invincible!

>>I'm so glad that you finally.. invincible?

No no no no no, please stop thinking

whatever you're thinking!

>>Ready?

>>Ready!

>>Major alert, must protect Rocket Monkeys.

>>Let me try to explain this again gentlemens.

Just because you're protected,

doesn't mean you should take needless risks.

>>Explanation ignored!

>> We're invincible!

>>Ready!

>>Observation, Rocket Monkeys are relentless,

mus recalculate level of danger.

Conclusion reached, the greatest danger to the

Rocket Monkeys is,

the Rocket Monkeys.

For their own safety they must be, destroyed.

I'll tell ya it is so relaxing knowing that

my Rocket Monkeys are perfectly safe.

>>Must destroy greatest danger to the Rocket Monkeys.

>>That is what I like to hear M.A.U.D.

Keep up the good works!

>>Must destroy Rocket Monkeys.

>>Robot says what?

Oh no you cannot destroy my monkeys.

>>My directive requires me to eliminate the monkeys

greatest danger, therefore I will kill the monkeys.

>>Oh my malts, what is wrong with Yay-OK.

I do not know how but I did it again.

>>Ready when you are Gus.

>>Hey M.A.U.D., serious Wally damage a

definite possibility here.

>>Must eliminate danger, I will destroy monkeys.

>>Are you out your head, I'm pulling your plug.

>>Yay-OK get your own invincibility robot,

you're messing with our fun.

>>Rocket monkey Wally, no listen to me,

you are in great danger.

>>Exactly, totally safe.

>>Must destroy monkeys.

Must destroy monkeys.

>>Monkeys, okay you must listen to me now,

I will make it super simple,

M.A.U.D. is trying to kill you.

Understanding me?

>>Kill us?

>>Yeah what does that even mean?

>>What does that even mean?

It means dead, gone, so long Gus and Wally.

Never to see Yay-OK again, one moment you are here,

next time, never see you again, okay?

For good, for serious now.

>>All right, all right, can't you just reprogram her.

>>A prime directive cannot be reversed.

>>What are we supposed to do about it?

>>You must do what all brave Rocket Monkeys do.

Run and hide you little cowards, go!

>>Must find monkeys, must destroy monkeys.

Excuse me your highnesses, I am searching for two

Rocket Monkeys, have you seen them?

>>I think they're across the land, by the valley of the, uh

fantastical castle.

>>Have you seen the Rocket Monkeys?

>>Over there.

>>No monkeys detected.

>>Phew, did you hear that Gus,

no monkeys in here.

>>Yeah I heard it.

What are we doing Wal, running and hiding on our own ship.

What about our monkey directive?

>>Yeah you said it!

_ OK you guys, a little help here please,

it would be appreciate.

>>Oh M.A.U.D., I believe we found your Rocket Monkeys.

Now listen here M.A.U.D.

>>Rocket Monkeys detected, kill, kill, kill.

>>Wally has something to tell you.

>>Me?

You're the one who

>>Eliminate danger.

>>That's it, nobody endangers my monkeys but me.

How about a cup of onxious oxide?

Extra grande.

>>Prime directive temporarily on hold.

Oh yeah.

>>Cover your eyes monkeys,

this internal cleansing will not be pretty.

>>Oh yes, M.A.U.D is happy.

Feeling so relieved.

>>Finally gentlemens you are safe, right Rocket Monkey?

Hello?

Sigh.

Finally, Yay-OK can relax knowing that

the Rocket Monkeys are safe for good.

Why didn't I think of this before?